[b]The Chase[/b] The ambush began without a warning. Our guests tried to be sneaky, but some patrolling Legionnaires spotted them by chance. They probably got careless. Shortly after hearing the sound of gunshots, our contubernium was called to arms. We were assigned to reinforce the bulwark of the Buried City, once an important capital during mankind’s Golden Age. But it has belonged to the Cabal from a long time now. It’s understandable they were upset. We had claimed Mars from our enemies by force, and planted victory banners on their graves. Yet I pity them, because we aren’t going anywhere. This sand-covered land is our home now, and we won’t give it back. Not without a fight. We made our stand between the pillars, at the main entrance. There were ten of the so-called “Guardians” in the vicinity, but the fight didn’t last for long. From the safety of my comrades’ daunting shields, my rifle quickly filled up the battlefield with bullets. The sands of Mars gave birth to an improvised red graveyard. Everyone relaxed, yet I had the feeling something was amiss. Indeed, there were only nine bodies. Eager to impress my Centurion, I swore to hunt down the lonely survivor by myself. However, that was easier said than done. After two days of a cat-and-mouse game, the thrill of the hunt was starting to fade. I was so exhausted that I had no choice but to make a break. I removed my helmet, allowing the warm breeze of Mars to soothe my fatigue. But the wind carried something else besides relief; a trail. I picked a handful of red sand and sniffed it through my nostrils; the intruder was indeed nearby. I roared in anticipation. The chase was far from over.